"you know what my # 1 fantasy is? i used to think that one day, just not telling anyone, i could go off to some random place, and i just disappear, like you’ll never see me again."

At first…

freefall is a section in weight of words for masturbatory, practice writing, random quotes and pieces of poetry. similar to a tattoo where an artist sketches an outline first before the very illustration, freefall is an outline of either beautiful or monstrous sets of words to come.

“At first it was your stories. Your omissions. Your negations. The too-long-for-comfort pauses. The tightest of grips on my wrist. The heaving sighs.

Then it was a pillow. Then two pillows. Then a stack of books.

I fought hard to wedge distance between us.

Now this. Do you hear my calls? Over by this stretch of wall that scratches and stings flesh, do you see me writing your name on lichen and moss?”

— Found above is a possible poetry project about my endless pursuit of creating distances. Credit it to my fascination toward the continental drift theory and my fear of good things.

— I just created a different set of drafts for three poetry assignments. I’m on a roll, I know, but the output are all horrendous. I don’t know how I can salvage these poems when it comes to the critical hour. Read: workshop

— Deception is an art form. I have an M.A. degree here. With honors. The art here is knowing when to rein it in and when to wield it. And with whom and against who.

— I don’t have many friends, but I’m happy that my friends who’ve stayed for this mad roller coaster ride with me accept me and all my epic failures and negations.